"Why, don't you welcome me?" the old man was surprised by everyone, and even didn't care about the enemy. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He walked in on his own, with a slow and heavy pace, and only then did they realize that he was carrying something wrapped in red letterhead, like a congratulatory gift.

As he walked in, every footstep sounded like a hammer striking on everyone's hearts, and dense sweat began to appear on their foreheads, and the expressions on their faces were full of vigilance and vigilance.

Even if this old man didn't release half of his momentum, and he couldn't even feel the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, he really looked like an ordinary old man. And it was such an old man, who made the descendants of Tianlan, the most powerful Teng Snake of the Demon Clan who had turned into a dragon, and Su Changan, who cultivated the Immortal Dao, all look solemn as if they were facing a great enemy.

He finally walked to a wine table—the one where Guo Que, Hou Ruyi, and Mu Guiyun were.

He reached out and pulled out a wooden stool, and sat down slowly.

Everyone's faces became more and more ugly at that time, and Chu Jiangnan and the others, who were poor in temperament and cultivation, couldn't hold it back, and they were about to rush forward, but the old man just glanced at them lightly, and a faint spiritual power fluctuation suddenly poured out, enveloping several people.

Chu Jiangnan and the others suddenly felt an invisible shackle binding their bodies, and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't move half a minute.

Su Changan frowned, but soon felt that the spiritual power was only binding Chu Jiangnan and the others, and there was no intention of infringing on it.

Therefore, Su Changan gave them a slightly calm look, and his gaze once again fell on the old man.

The old man looked at the hostility emanating from his surroundings as if he were nothing, and he slowly stretched out his hand.

Such a move undoubtedly stirred everyone's already tense nerves, Hua Fei stood up yesterday, Mu Guiyun's big hand shook towards the void, and the scarlet spear called Jiaolong was suddenly held in his hand.

And Hou Ruyi was also in that one, opening his momentum.

The cold killing machine was swinged, and the dishes on the wine table slowly shook and fell to the ground, accompanied by a clanging crisp sound, the dishes and chopsticks were torn apart, and the courtyard cups and plates were in disarray.

Only Guo Que still drank the teacup in his hand by himself, his eyes were sad and joyless, as if everything that happened in front of him had nothing to do with him.

The old man's hand finally stretched out at this time, and he carried the red congratulatory gift in his hand and slowly handed it to Mu Guiyun.

"A hundred years together. He said.

The tone was extremely flat, but his eyes looked straight at Mu Guiyun, as if he was waiting for him to accept his congratulatory gift.

Such a change was unexpected by everyone.

And Mu Guiyun, as the party concerned, stayed in place.

He was stunned for a while, the look on his face could be described as cloudy, and it was not until after a long while that he stretched out his hand and slowly accepted the old man's gift, but the other hand was also tightly holding his spear, not daring to relax for a moment.

When he saw Mu Guiyun take away the congratulatory gift in his hand, a genuine smile suddenly appeared on the old man's face.

He stretched out his hand and turned out a pair of clean dishes and chopsticks on the messy wine table, and placed them in front of him, his eyes flashed coldly, and the spiritual power that imprisoned everyone was all dispersed at that time.

"Let's go ahead, everybody. He said this, taking his chopsticks and picking up a dish on the table, putting it in his mouth, his eyes narrowing slightly, and his expression intoxicated.

"You!" After all, Chu Jiangnan was young and vigorous, and when they saw that they were no longer imprisoned, a heavy anger suddenly appeared on their faces, and they were about to move forward.

But at this time, Su Changan stretched out his hand and motioned for them to stop.

He knew very well that with the strength of the old man, he wanted to kill Chu Jiangnan and the others, but he just raised his hand, and he naturally didn't want to watch them give their lives in vain. And although Chu Jiangnan and the others were angry in their hearts, they didn't dare to go against Su Changan's intentions, and they put away the movements on their hands, but they still looked at the old man with indignation on their faces.

"What do you want to do?" At this time, Su Changan took a step forward, walked up to the old man, and asked in a cold voice.

The beetle snake that had already turned into a real dragon also came to Su Changan's side at that time, looking at the old man with a wary face, the evil qi around him surged, it seemed that as long as the old man had half a point of abnormal movement, he would become a spiritual power and turn into a real dragon.

The old man picked up another dish and put it in his mouth, chewed it carefully for a while, and then turned his head.

The first thing he looked at was the snake in human form, and he looked up and down with interest, as if he were looking at a priceless antique.

"This is the real dragon? He sighed, and the compliment in his tone sounded extremely sincere.

But being judged by the old man like an object is a great insult to the beetle snake, he rolled up his sleeves, a heavy anger appeared on his face, and he scolded in his mouth: "Your snake grandfather is not good for seconds, you will only know if you have beaten it!"

But at that time, Su Changan stretched out his hand again, stopped the actually raging beetle snake, looked at the old man with gloomy eyes, and asked again: "What are you doing here?"

His voice was as gloomy as his countenance, and with a heavy trill, as if he was trying to suppress the anger in his heart.

And it was only at this time that the old man turned his head to look at Su Changan.

His gaze was extremely calm, like a 10,000-year-old dry well, and he couldn't turn over the slightest ripple despite the violent wind and rain outside.

The eyes of the two met, one was cold and cold, the other was calm and waveless, and the contrast was stark.

"My own daughter is married, can't I come and see it as a father?" the old man slowly said a reason that seemed impossible to refute.

"Daughter?" But Su Changan laughed angrily when he heard this, the spiritual power around him finally began to surge at that time, and a sun mark suddenly appeared at the center of his eyebrows, and the sword box behind him trembled slightly, as if something was about to break out of the box.

However, the old man's face under such coercion was still unfazed, his eyes narrowed suddenly, and he asked, "Why do you want to do it?" You have just experienced the dragon and thunder tribulation, and your body is weak, at this time, you are not my opponent. He seemed to be persuasive, but in fact he said threateningly.

"Whether it's an opponent or not, I don't know until I've beaten it. Su Changan didn't give in, his body arched slightly, and his right hand suddenly held the hilt of Xiahou blood behind him, the knife was unsheathed for three points, and the snow-white sword was like starlight, so bright that people didn't dare to look at it directly.

"Chang'an!" But at this critical moment when the war was about to break out, Guo Que, who had been drinking tea alone, suddenly said: "Today is the wedding day of Brother Guiyun and Miss Changxue, and it is not appropriate to be a sword soldier." ”

Speaking of this, he raised the teacup in his hand, looked at the old man, and asked in a low voice, "Did you say yes?"